Fang Yan walked out of the waterfall in a happy mood, with excitement on his face. He finally succeeded. Although he couldn't achieve the feat of the old man, but with his current body, he was excited and satisfied enough to be able to do this.
It should meet the old man's requirements.
He called up the little beast and ran to the tavern quickly. He couldn't wait to tell the old man the news. The tactics, hehe.
"Old man, old man, I succeeded, I can learn how to fight." Fang Yan shouted as soon as he entered the tavern, and it was difficult to conceal his excitement at this moment.
Suddenly, without any warning, the stone pier hit Fang Yan at an extremely fast speed. Fang Yan had no chance to react, it was too fast. He subconsciously stretched out his arm and shook it.
"Bang". The huge force brought by the boulder flying quickly did not hurt Fang Yan at all. It was blocked by his arm, shook, and incredibly thrown to the wooden door, smashing it into pieces.
"Not bad, we barely meet the requirements. Let's start tomorrow." The old man didn't show up, and a cold voice said, "Fix the door."
Fang Yan looked at his hands in disbelief, and then at the stone pillar lying outside the door. Then his face overflowed with excitement, "I can do it. What the old man said is indeed right, I can borrow the power of water, and I can do it."
Can lend a lot of strength.
Did the old man just say it starts tomorrow? Haha. I can finally learn how to fight.
I took a few deep breaths to calm down my excitement, and looked at the broken wooden door. I shook my head helplessly, this wooden door was really in trouble... Without thinking much, I quickly found wooden boards to make a new door.
Even the little beast standing on the shoulder showed sympathy when looking at Menmen who was in tragedy again...
After everything was done, he returned to the backyard hut, the little beast jumped on the stone bed and fell asleep with his head covered.
Fang Yan thought about his experiences these days. It had been several months since he left the ancient village. He didn't know if his father, Grandma Qinglian, and the villagers were all right. There was also Yaya who didn't know where she was. She should be a child by now.
She must be a tall and graceful girl. Thinking of the parting kiss before killing her, Fang Yan touched the corner of his mouth and smiled stupidly.
It has been more than two months since he came to the "Slaughter Village". During this period, Fang Yan has been training his body and learning how to draw strength, but has never practiced fighting blood.
Now that the old man has promised to teach him how to fight, he should be able to take a look now. Thinking of this, Fang Yan couldn't wait to sit up cross-legged, close his eyes and look inside.
Fang Yan was surprised at this sight. The battle blood that should have been orange has turned out to be much darker after not practicing for two months. Judging from this, it should be close to the late stage of the second transformation. What is going on? Is it cultivation?
Can the body still bring benefits to Warblood?
What Fang Yan didn't know was that during this period of time, he didn't use the power of battle blood at all. His body and mind were brutally tortured every day, reaching the limit and becoming stronger and stronger. Of course, the battle blood would also slowly increase. Flesh and blood are one.
Fang Yan was so happy. It was such a good thing. What he lacked most now was strength, otherwise he wouldn't be chased around all the time. Now that his strength has improved, Fang Yan was of course happy. He clenched his fists fiercely and thought for himself
Cheer up. Practice your battle blood quickly so that you can advance as soon as possible.
The next day, before dawn, Fang Yan woke up from practice and walked out of the hut feeling refreshed.
The sky was still gray at this time, and Fang Yan looked at the huge iron pile in the yard, which was extremely ferocious. He suddenly felt eager to try.
He walked forward, followed the old man's example, and started hitting.
"Crack, crackle." I beat him randomly, but I couldn't get the old man's feeling.
After a while, Fang Yan started sweating on his head. This hurt so much. His arms were so stiff when they hit the black iron. There were countless iron bumps that seemed to break the bones, and the pain was bone-piercing. His hands were probably extremely red and swollen now.
Fang Yan couldn't hold back and didn't bite. In the end, he couldn't bear it anymore and slowly stopped with trembling hands.
"You are so incompetent, keep fighting, and if your hand is broken, use your battle blood to renew it." The old man's cold voice came from the room.
Fang Yan was shocked. His face suddenly became extremely vigilant, ready for a fight at any time. How could he know the battle blood in my body? Who is this old man and what is his purpose? Fang Yan was extremely shocked by these sudden words.
"I know it's not uncommon to get blood in battles." The old man said calmly, "If you want to leave or stay, you decide for yourself. I won't stop you."
"Old man, are you mistaken?" Fang Yan said with a confused look on his face. The bloody battle was of great importance, and even if the other party saved him, he could not tell him.
"Orange blood." The old man's words came out again. "It's not a secret that descendants of war blood are still alive in the world."
Fang Yan was shocked again. The old man actually knew about the Zhanxue Transformation. He lowered his head and thought deeply. Thinking carefully about the days when he came into contact with the old man, he should not have any ill intentions towards him. Otherwise, he would not have saved him in the first place, nor would he.
I want to teach myself how to fight.
"Old man, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. Before I went out, my relatives told me not to tell anyone, but now you see it." Fang Yan thought about it, and then felt relieved. The old man had no ill intentions towards him, and he didn't have to worry. Besides,
You've already seen it, so there's no need to hide it anymore.
"You are blessed with fighting blood in your body, so practice hard." The old man said calmly.
"Yes, young man, listen to the teachings and practice well." Fang Yan said respectfully. The old man was not obsessed with the matter of bloodshed, and Fang Yan did not mention it, as long as he knew that the other party had no ill intentions.
Holding back the pain, Fang Yan gritted his teeth, raised his trembling hands, and continued to hit the big iron knot. His hands felt as if they were about to break, and the pain pierced his heart. Fang Yan was sweating constantly, his lips were wet, and he was afraid of himself.
He screamed out loud due to negligence, which made the old man look down upon him.
Fang Yan didn't know how long he had been fighting, but the sky was already filled with white light. Fang Yan's meaning was a little blurry.
My numb hands hit the iron stake gently, and orange blood dripped from my arms and palms like spring water. I couldn't use much strength anymore, I just hit it mechanically, stubbornly refusing to stop.
"Chirp chirp". The little beast got up without knowing when, looking at Fang Yan's appearance, he shouted anxiously.
"Okay, go back to the room and run the battle blood repair before continuing. When will your body reach the strength to ignore the iron stakes, when will I teach you the real fighting method." The old man walked out of the room and said with trembling steps.
When Fang Yan heard this, he breathed a big sigh of relief, relaxed his mind, staggered, and almost fell. You know, Fang Yan is training like a mortal now, without using any weapons.
The power of blood. It is incredible to persevere purely with the body and stubborn belief.
The little beast sprinted towards the door, knocked it open immediately, fell to the ground, rolled in circles and rolled to the side. Fang Yan slowly walked into the house and reluctantly smiled at the little beast. There was no emotion.
He took off his clothes with difficulty.
The terrifying hands made people's hearts tremble, the flesh and blood were blurred, the skin was torn apart, and the white bones were vaguely visible. In a mortal state, I don't know how he persisted.
This kind of combat training is too cruel. You must know that Fang Yan is originally a warrior-blooded body. His body is much stronger than that of ordinary people. Now he is in such a mess. If it were an ordinary monk, it would not be as simple as peeling off the flesh.
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Immediately he sat cross-legged, his blood was running wildly, his bloody hands were recovering with miraculous blood, and he was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. With such strong vitality and resilience, Zhan Xue was truly blessed.
The old man stood in the yard for a while, looked at Fang Yan, nodded happily and walked towards the hall.
In the following days, Fang Yan kept repeating the same thing.
Hit the ferocious iron stakes every day, all over your body, everywhere you can, including your hands, palms, arms, shoulders, elbows, feet, legs, and back. Every time, you will not stop until your flesh and blood are blurred and bleeding continues.
, and then repair it with battle blood before continuing.
In this way, another two months passed unknowingly, and there was not a single day in between. My life was very regular. I started hammering iron piles before dawn, and then spent half a day repairing them. In the evening, I still went to exercise under the waterfall, and continued at night.
Don’t waste any time cultivating war blood.
With constant persistence, Fang Yan has made rapid progress. What excites Fang Yan most is that after two months of continuous hard training, his combat blood has entered the late orange stage, and his combat power has improved to another level. Fang Yan believes that with his current
With his combat power, and against a strong man in the early stage of chemical weapons, it will definitely not be a problem to challenge him head-on. It shouldn't be difficult to kill him alone.
"Bang, bang, bang." The sky was gray and bright, and Fang Yan kept on doing what he did every day, and the iron piles made loud noises when he hit them.
Now Fang Yan is no longer as weak as he was two months ago. Now he is punching and kicking with great force. He is naked to the waist, his skin is dark, and his muscles are bulging. They look like iron and contain huge amounts of energy.
force.
There is still sweat pouring down from my head, but this is not caused by pain, but caused by exerting myself to the fullest and exerting all my strength.
Although his figure is still disorganized, the roar of the wind caused by the swing of his fists and the effortless expression on his face show that it is completely different from two months ago.
The sky opened up unconsciously.
"At this time tomorrow, I will teach you how to fight." The old man walked out of the room and said calmly.
Fang Yan, who was hitting the iron stake, was stunned for a moment, and then a look of surprise suddenly emerged.
"Thank you, old man. I will definitely study hard." Fang Yan said respectfully. He has been here for almost half a year and still doesn't know what the old man's name is. He only knows that the old monk calls him Tianting Old Man. He has no choice but to call him old man all the time.
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The old man nodded slightly and said no more.
Fang Yan quickly washed himself, put on his coarse clothes, walked to the hall, and opened the door.
Fang Yan's physical body has been getting stronger and stronger in the past few days, and now he won't break his skin, flesh, muscles, or bones when driving iron stakes, so he doesn't need to recover and continues to visit the front hall to visit the tavern.
The old monk still came every day, and he still didn't pay for the drinks. The relationship with the little beast was getting better and better. At this time, they sat together and drank together again.
"I said, Xiao Yanzi, you are so useless. What's so good about the old man from Heaven's war? You just have to work hard and get injuries all over your body. You might as well become a monk with me. That's it.
Such a carefree life as a fairy." The old monk said intoxicatedly while drinking wine.
After constant resistance, Fang Yan never got rid of the nickname Xiaoyanzi.
"Put it down, Master. You'd better have a drink. The books say that monks don't drink meat or be women. It's better for you. You've committed everything. You are simply the scum of the monks and a typical villain. You still asked me to go. Forget it.
." Fang Yan said without giving any face. After such a long period of contact, Fang Yan has a very good relationship with the old monk, and there is no need to worry about what he says.
The little beast sat on the table contentedly, nodding his head in deep agreement.
"You know nothing." The old monk looked at the appearance of a man and an animal and said loudly, "This is my state. Do you understand? If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense. Hey, there are not many eminent monks of my state now." The old monk said
The monk was extremely intoxicated.
Fang Yan was helpless. This monk was so shameless. Every time he couldn't speak, he would talk about his realm, his path, his vicissitudes of life...